Queen for a Day: Part 12

Watching Emile get ever cozier with my wife was rekindling the stinging lust that had been temporarily tamped by Sarah’s handjob, the rising heat of my desire bringing with it those powerful temptations to be the voyeur, the deviant, and the cuck husband once again. I wanted to watch them, that was for certain, but as for Sarah’s question as to whether I wanted to join in the action…I just didn’t know. A threesome was a big step for us. Was I ready to perform with another man in the room? Could I perform with another man in the room? These were uncharted waters. If it was up to me alone I would have just had this happen like it did last month with Emile and Sarah having their moment then me and Sarah having ours the moment that he left. But I wasn’t the only one to consider here. Sarah had already let me have my way by inviting Emile after she’d explicitly said she wanted to do something different this month, plus I could tell by the look of naughty adventure in her big blue eyes that she wanted me involved beyond simple spectator. I certainly didn’t want her thinking that she was just a fetish dispenser for me or that I was taking her for granted but I wasn’t quite ready to agree to anything just yet.

Staying noncommittal and playing it cool I answer. “Why don’t you two get started and let’s see what happens.”

Sarah’s face brightens. “Alright.” She gives me a cute blink of her eyes and scrunch of her nose. Fuck! She was as adorable as she was sexy. She then returns her attention to the other man. “Looks like hubby says that I’m yours for now, young man.”

“Heh!” His smug grin only highlighted that that was okay by him. “More for me.”

“My baby loves his hotwife, don’t you baby?” She walks her fingers up his chest as his hand cups the tight denim covering her inner thigh.

“I do.” I say. “I do!”

“He he he!” She titters. “He’s hooked on it. He can’t get enough of watching me.”

“Whatever floats your boat, man.” Emile says without prying his eyes from my beautiful wife. He couldn’t give a damn about why this was happening he was just happy to be the lucky bastard enjoying the benefits. I couldn’t blame him a bit. The guy had hit the pussy jackpot here.

“Why don’t we take this somewhere a bit more comfortable.” Sarah says, her finger-legs now dancing down his stomach.

“Oh?” He says.

“Oh?” I say, wondering where this was headed.

“Is there an echo in here?” She quips. Standing up she offers him her hand. He takes it and rises to his feet. Looping her arm into his she leads toward the stairs. “If this turns into a threesome I’m gonna want some room to maneuver. Besides, I got such a crick in my neck doing it on the sofa last time.”

The bedroom! She was taking him to our marital bed! That little imp! Leave it Sarah to throw a last minute curve ball. They were nearly at the stairs when my mind finally catches up to the action. Just as I spring from my chair Sarah looks back at me and flits her eyes down toward the table. I look down to see the box of condoms and other things that we’d laid out in preparation. Shit! We were going to need those! With a saucy wink she continues leading Emile upstairs while leaving me to grab the rubbers and the lube.

I was about to do just that when I am distracted by an incoming call on my cell phone. “Damn it.” I mumble. I’d meant to turn the ringer off the moment Emile arrived but it had slipped my mind. Impatiently I put down the box and bottle and pull the phone from my pocket with no intention of actually answering it. As I go to silence the rings I catch who the call was from. “Annie?” I glance to the stairs, my raging imagination already wondering what my wife was up to with her young plaything, then back to the phone. Why the hell was she calling me? We’d only sent texts thus far. “Shit.” I take a quick second to compose myself then answer. “Hello?”

“Ey, big fella.” Comes Ann’s voice, bright and chipper for this time of night. “Hope I didn’t disturb anything.”

“Hey, Annie.” I say. “What’s up?”

“Just bored. Not much going on here and I thought I’d give you a call. What are you gettin up to tonight?”

“Um…” A giggle from the stairs pulls my attention away. I look over just in time to see their feet disappear from view. What had he done to get her giggling?

“I am buzzing right now.” She continues after not getting an answer. “The curse of working the graveyard shift. As if I have to explain it to you.”

“Y-Yeah.” I say. “I hear that.”

“I was thinking that you’re probably all wired too. Did you want to hang out or something?”

“Hang out?”

“Yeah! Maybe chill and watch a movie or something. Maybe an old western or some shit, I dunno. You still like westerns?”

“Yeah, tot….”

“Emile!” Sarah’s titters come dancing down the stairs. “He he he!” There’s an awkward pause on the line as I creep to the edge of the stairs to peer up to try to see what’s happening. Unfortunately I couldn’t see anything, though I could hear Sarah’s sudden gasp. “Hohhh!” Fuck! They’d started!

In my ear comes Ann again. “David?”

“Huh? Right.”

“I haven’t met Sarah yet. It’d be cool to meet her and…um…David?”

“Mm?” I lean across the stairs and still see nothing, though I could heard them not far beyond.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure.”

“You want me to come over then?”

“What!? No!” I say, valiantly trying to maintain my focus. It was not easy knowing that the party had started without me! “No, no, no. Not a good time. Uh, we’re, um, busy…right now. Just about to hit the sack.”

Another pause. “Are you guys…fooling around right now?

“Wha?”

“You dog! You’re banging her, aren’t you?”

Before I could answer there comes Sarah’s clear, loud, and lusty moan from just beyond the top of the stairs, extra loud and extra lusty so that she might grab her cuck hubby’s attention. “Ohhhhh!”

“Oh my God! You are!” Ann laughs hysterically. “Ha ha ha! Why the hell did you answer the phone?”

“I, erm, thought you might be in trouble or something.”

“I appreciate the guardian angel thing but…geeez!” She says through her laughter. “I’ll let you go then. Go get’er you big beast!”

“Ha!”

“I’ll talk to you later, David.” She snickers. “Geeez!”

With that the call is ended and I am left to chuckle as well. She’d be teasing me about this later, no doubt, and I looked forward to it. I turn off my ringer and I’m just about to climb the stairs when I remember the protection. In a mad dash I return to the coffee table, scoop up the box and the bottle, then sprint back to the base of the stairs where I slow down to walk up as if as cool as a cucumber, though I was anything but.

As I crest the stairs I discover that Emile and Sarah hadn’t even made it all the way into the bedroom before they started groping each other. Half in the room and half out he had her pressed up against the edge of the doorway. Already he had her green blouse open and his face buried between her milky white breasts while his right hand rubbed my woman’s cooch through her jeans. For her part Sarah was leaned back against the jamb with her eyes closed and a smile on her pretty face as she ran her hands up and down his back.

The sight freezes me in my tracks even as it makes my blood boil with passion and jealousy. If I were to move right now I might just give into my deep protective instincts that were telling me to grab Emile and throw the little bastard down the stairs. So instead I stand silently and I watch.

“Mrrm.” Emile growls as he sucks and licks her soft cleavage. Her lacy pink bra held her big breasts up and together to give him enough flesh to drown in. “Mmmm.”

“Ohhhh.” She sighs softly.

Fuuuuck! Seeing him all over her hit just as hard as it did the first time. It was a sight I don’t think I would ever truly get used to. Last time Sarah had worn a skimpy workout outfit so she could be easily stripped, this time in regular clothes somehow made it even hotter as Emile had to work his way through her layers of clothes just like he might with a woman after a successful date. It made it feel more…real.

“I love your tits, Sarah.” He whispers as he fills his left hand with one.

“Ohhh, Emile. I love feeling you squeeze them in your strong hands.” She says right back, nearly causing me to crush the items I carried.

“Ahem.” I clear my throat to announce my presence. “Havin fun already?”

Sarah’s smile grows and she nods without opening her eyes. “Emile is quite…he he he…an eager boy today. Weren’t you, Emile?”

“Uh huh.” He mumbles between sucking kisses to her tits.

“Can’t blame him.” I lick my dry lips and close my mouth that had been hanging open. What was it about Sarah being with another man that made her so fucking desirable? To my eyes she was already the hottest woman walking the planet but add another fella into the mix and she became a GODDESS! Though I’d just cum a short time ago my rigid six inches were straining hard against my jeans. “Fuck you look good, baby.”

“Thank you, baby.” She trills back, eyes still closed. “Ohhh.”

“So fuckin good.”

“Mmm.” She hums happily, though I couldn’t tell if it was from my words or Emile’s mouth and hands. “Who was that on the phone?”

“Huh?”

“Who were you talking to?” She asks while clawing across the other man’s shoulders.

“Oh. That was Annie.”

“Annie?” Her eyes snap open and fix onto me, Emile suddenly forgotten about. Was that…jealousy I saw in those sky blue peepers? “What’s Ann doing calling you at this time of night?” Yep, it was jealousy alright. This was pretty rich, her being jealous while she at this very instant had another man’s face buried in her tits. A moment later a look of guilt comes over her as she recognizes her hypocrisy.

Deciding to tease her a little I say cryptically. “If I told ya now it’d ruin the surprise.”

“Oh! Surprise?” Her eyes widen. “Was it about…you and…her…?”

“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.” I say with a wink.

Her eyes flash then narrow as I leave her imagination to fill in the the contents of Annie and I’s innocent conversation. “You stinker!”

“Whose Ann?” Emile raises his head.

“None of your business!” Sarah grabs her boy toy by the hair and jams his face back into her jugs. “Tonight I’m the only woman you need to worry about.”

“Heh! Yes, Ma’am!”

Gazing intensely past Emile and directly into my eyes my wife reaches down to stroke the younger man's rock hard cock through this snug pants. By stoking the green-eyed monster inside of her I had a feeling that I’d just made a rod for my own back.

Part 13